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		<title>Roadside Cross</title>
		<link>https://yellowscene.com/2024/06/24/roadside-cross/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Ian Dundas]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jun 2024 19:59:28 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Whiskey and Words]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Community Arts]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lost souls]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>On a sharp bend down a drunken HWY 78 between Columbus and Absarokee a white cross stands on the shoulder like a hitchhiker forever passed by in the daylight the weathered cross appears at peace nestled in the long grass and Queen Anne&#8217;s lace until nightfall when it leaps out of the thick darkness like a frantic soul waving its arms to flag down a ride to get home: “Stop! don’t leave me here I just wanted to get home” you don&#8217;t stop just a quick glance a shudder in the heart before your eyes lock back onto the thin white</p>
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<div dir="auto">On a sharp bend</div>
<div dir="auto">down a drunken HWY 78</div>
<div dir="auto">between Columbus</div>
<div dir="auto">and Absarokee</div>
<div dir="auto">a white cross</div>
<div dir="auto">stands on the shoulder</div>
<div dir="auto">like a hitchhiker</div>
<div dir="auto">forever passed by</div>
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<div dir="auto">in the daylight</div>
<div dir="auto">the weathered cross</div>
<div dir="auto">appears at peace</div>
<div dir="auto">nestled in the long grass</div>
<div dir="auto">and Queen Anne&#8217;s lace</div>
<div dir="auto">until nightfall</div>
<div dir="auto">when it leaps out</div>
<div dir="auto">of the thick darkness</div>
<div dir="auto">like a frantic soul</div>
<div dir="auto">waving its arms</div>
<div dir="auto">to flag down a ride</div>
<div dir="auto">to get home:</div>
<div dir="auto">“Stop!</div>
<div dir="auto">don’t leave me here</div>
<div dir="auto">I just wanted to get home”</div>
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<div dir="auto">you don&#8217;t stop</div>
<div dir="auto">just a quick glance</div>
<div dir="auto">a shudder in the heart</div>
<div dir="auto">before your eyes</div>
<div dir="auto">lock back onto</div>
<div dir="auto">the thin white line</div>
<div dir="auto">and yellow stripes</div>
<div dir="auto">on a narrow highway</div>
<div dir="auto">that separates you</div>
<div dir="auto">from oblivion.</div>
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<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com/2024/06/24/roadside-cross/">Roadside Cross</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com">Yellow Scene Magazine</a>.</p>
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		<title>Lost Words</title>
		<link>https://yellowscene.com/2023/09/07/lost-words/</link>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[redtornado]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2023 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate>
				<category><![CDATA[Red Tornado]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[stolen lives]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[lost souls]]></category>
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		<category><![CDATA[addiction]]></category>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Maybe when you hear me speak You miss my despair so bleak, My person, my one true love Can&#8217;t hear me from way high above, He&#8217;s left, and I&#8217;m not sure if he&#8217;s coming back I pray and wish for it to stop, but the grip has a very tight lock, There were times we laughed and loved But it&#8217;s replaced with a life so rough, My heart bleeds from the inside But no one can hide, From the hardship it brings To our once happier lives.</p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com/2023/09/07/lost-words/">Lost Words</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com">Yellow Scene Magazine</a>.</p>
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<p class="p1"><span class="s1">Maybe when you hear me speak</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">You miss my despair so bleak,</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">My person, my one true love </span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">Can&#8217;t hear me from way high above,</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">He&#8217;s left, and I&#8217;m not sure if he&#8217;s coming back</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">I pray and wish for it to stop, but the grip has a very tight lock,</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">There were times we laughed and loved </span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">But it&#8217;s replaced with a life so rough,</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">My heart bleeds from the inside </span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">But no one can hide,</span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">From the hardship it brings </span></p>
<p class="p1"><span class="s1">To our once happier lives.</span></p>
<p>The post <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com/2023/09/07/lost-words/">Lost Words</a> appeared first on <a rel="nofollow" href="https://yellowscene.com">Yellow Scene Magazine</a>.</p>
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